If you can't be honest with your friends and colleagues and loved ones, then what is life all about?

I'm lying. I don't just need someone like you. I need you.

My childhood was spent embracing one literary heroine after another. I identified passionately with each one and would slavishly imitate them.

There are moments in life that the white-chocolate Magnum ice cream was invented for, and this is one of them.

Why didn't I buy a new phone earlier? Why don't I always walk around with a spare phone? It should be the law, like having a spare tire.

I don't think anyone sits down and thinks, 'I know, I'll be a chick-lit writer.' You write the book that you want to write and then other people say, 'Oh, that's chick-lit.' You say, 'Okay.' But it's not like you look around and go to a careers fair and there will be someone at the chick-lit author stand.

There are some things I don't understand about Jess and never will. No wedding dress. No flowers. No photo album. No champagne. The only thing she got out of her wedding was a husband. (I mean, obviously the husband is the main point when you get married. Absolutely. That goes without saying. But still, not even a new pair of shoes?)